"Here in Amherst, I'm known as Squire Edward Dickinson's half-cracked daughter. Well I am! The neighbors can't figure me out. I don't cross my father's ground to any house or town. I haven't left the house for years." Act 1, p. 3

"Sometimes I bake one for a neighbor and I enclose a short note that is usually so obscure...no one can understand it! I hear my little notes are becoming collectors' items in the village. People compare them to see who has the strangest one." Act 1, p.5

"Words are my life. I look at words as if they were entities, sacred beings. There are words to which I lift my hat when I see them sitting on a page." Act 1, p. 7